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Yo-Yo of a Life


With one finger I hold my life and through a very weak grip. If it ever were to accidentally fall, my world would be sheer havoc. So long as the spinner keeps falling so low there will be surely be new problems that show But sooner or later it'll spring back up; destroying all my concerns. But through all the pain and hassle, there will be a lesson learned. A tighter grip on the string will allow better control. So if it ever falls again, I'll know exactly where it'll go.
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